#so domestic…so sweet…so cute

[egophiliac]

What was your favorite of the flashbacks in Silver’s walk?

the acorn bracelet is VERY good, but I really really love Malleus humming (hummalleus? hummus?) to Silver. especially now that the song has Context. >:) we are in a soup of angst and I'm here with a spoon in each hand and a silly straw that leads directly to my brain.

[rouguang]

fans: haitham and kaveh can’t stand each other

hyv: haikaveh go to the tavern and drink and play tcg together in evenings and during the day they go on lunch dates to the gardens to play music and enjoy the sunshine together and they share research and fun facts with each other

[anavilante]

All my thoughts now about

Bottom Gale Cleven Omega Gale Cleven

Mpreg Gale Cleven Soft Gale Cleven Domestic Gale Cleven

[casdeans-pie]

Dean, whispering to the Angel in bed beside him who literally cannot sleep: Cas. You awake?

[seraphdreams]

thinking about … decorating the christmas tree with ran :(

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[blondedingdong]

I'm making a VERY important overdraw. This makes me happier than it should. X//D

[killuaisaprincess]

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From Killua! (My little kitten):

‘I love you, Gon!’ ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

Cute. Gon smiles.

Killua peeks over shyly, biting on his sleeve and he squeaks when he notices Gon looking.

Really cute.

He’s too shy to say it out loud and that almost makes it better, Gon’s grin grows.

Gon sends a text and Killua looks down at his phone.

From Idiot! (My Gon ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა PS. I’ll kill you if you ever show him what his contact is. Leorio and Alluka. I know you’re looking at my phone!):

I love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Killua gasps.

“G-Gon! You’re gonna brick my phone!”

[lesbianraskolnikov]

I am kind of glad the route to make rodya and sonya more explicitly romantic and have "couples quarrels" for lack of better words was cut out. I think...it works better

[dawdlecentric]

D3G_Takahashi you are the boniji artist ever 💗💛

Their art really make me feel like this every time

I haven't seen all of their boniji/BTR art yet but these are my favorites so far (tho tbh I love all of their art!)

Source under the cut

[thefriendoforatioisdead]

Karn is being very upfront about what she wants

I'm afraid Kris will take a painfully long time to realize that what Karn wants is her

[hiraethwrote]

did i have a lovely dream about satoru last night? yes

did my cat wake me up in the middle of it for cuddles? yes

will it be on my mind for the entirety of my shift today? also yes

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Haruko seemed tired as he made his way into their bedroom, hardly even able to do his nighttime routine due to the sheer exhaustion of the day. He collapsed into their bed, plush and soft, without even bothering to brush through his hair. The artist groaned, his body too aching to turn and gaze upon his boyfriend who he assumed was who just came out of their bathroom. “‘M so fuckin’ tired…”

Despite not working late that night he knew Haru was going to be out for a while. Always with Aita or Luka or both of them. Who else would he be out with anyway? Not that he minded, sometimes he liked having time to himself especially with how hectic the office had been recently. Having to help Robin herd the newcomers like sheep wasn't easy and to say his patience had run thin dealing with some of them was an understatement, at least as a benefit it thoroughly reminded him of why he never wanted children. He couldn't imagine how exhausting it would be if dealing with a few chaotic boyband members was that annoying even when he was silent for most of it.

The bodyguard stepped out of the shower drying his hair as best he could when he heard the apartment door open, then the heavy footfalls into their bedroom and finally- the squeak and poof of their bed when Haru inevitably fell onto it. He pushed the door open more to chuckle at him from their bathroom, "Oh you're tired? I feel like I've been working over time all week." he hums picking up a brush and moving to their bed, "Come on, sit up. You'll be even more irritated in the morning if you don't put your hair up."

Only when Haru shifted did he dare start untangling his dark curls and brushing through them. He'd seen the artist do it it enough right? He probably knew how to at least half ass his way to what he usually liked to do silk bonnet and all.

[litchi-tea]

Nicknaming Scaramouche Renkon because lotuses symbolize Resilience, Strength, and Rebirth which is lore appropriate and I just think its funny to call him lotus root and him just being cool with it.

[direwombat]

;w; been writing sybeli all day and weeeeeeeghh i'm so soft for them <3

[ekleipsi]

long strides guide the stallion over, towards girlfriend's smaller frame. leaving her in the painting zone for but a moment longer, until he is all but to slump into her back. leaning one's weight almost entirely, upon her spine. arms drop, around femme's shoulders. digits languidly seeking a path, within overall of hers. ( maybe he'll get to unclasp her bra. ) ‘ .. at least tell me how long this one's gonna take? ’ he isn't one to complain, nor to possibly hurry kurai to finish up usually. but damn.. his girlfriend at least needed to eat and drink for once.

‘ - c'mon rai, five minute break? your food's gonna get cold at this pace. and you don't want me to eat your share now, will you? ’ oh, he's managed to unclasp her bra. nice.

/ ( kurai&ciphor ! )

--- How many hours had it been? Lost in thought, the stream of conscious train had recklessly slid away from its tracks and pulled whatever intention she'd started with along with it. Fingers were curled around the paintbrush, sitting upon stool in her studio- sacred ground, as far as she was concerned, and only known and permitted to precious few. Her brother and twin, her boyfriend, Citri...she'd not even brought Esyn here, not yet. That said, Ciphor had come over hours prior with the intention to keep her company but she'd been so trained unto the canvas, she'd barely paid him mind.

--- Barely paid anything mind. Memories and thoughts spun around like weak threads, twists of fate and a story that she couldn't tell. One that was all blurred stars and violent crows. Vultures. Was that blood? The pressure against her spine drew her from her thoughts, blinking once...twice...one more time, as crystal blues returned to her surroundings, gasping aloud as she looked at the strikingly colored piece before her.

--- Whatever it had started as...it wasn't that, any longer. Dusty browns and reds, almost as if set in a desert was marred by black...blobs. Were those dots in the upper part birds? There was nothing coherent about it, and she was quickly distracted by the way Ciphor weight pressed upon her, feeling the warmth of arms around otherwise naked flesh. Sweats and a bra, per usual while here and relaxing, skilled fingers slipped over pale skin lightly and teasingly, until she arched slightly and bit her lower lip.

--- Brush meets canvas once more, but she doesn't move it, scrutinizing it a bit longer as if confused. ' Not...too much longer? I think? Hard to say... ' the answer was lackluster, and definitely wishy washy, she knew as soon as the words had left her lips before she's tipping her head back against his chest and upon shoulder with a snort at the notion that the food would get cold...though even more offense is taken when he threatens to eat hers. ' Did you make it yourself, or did you order in? ' she grins teasingly, rolling her eyes.

--- ' Alright, alri-- ' she starts to hum out her response, before the clasp of bra is popped and the garment loosens significantly, ample chest spilling from the bottom of cloth cups. Eyes widen in shock, though it's temporary before she huffs rather loudly and quickly teases the paintbrush along his nose, painting a small streak of red over it. ' This is a crime in some countries! ' Was it? She didn't know, but surely it had to be, somewhere? With a noisy protest, back arches once more before paintbrush is set down and she instead seeks out both his hands.

--- Once found and tugged at, she lifts both of his palms and pushes them against chest until he's properly cupping breasts and glancing over her shoulder at him. ' You can hold them up yourself then, if you're so eager to get rid of the bra, you menace. ' she says softly, though voice is laden with teasing notes as she sticks tongue out at him from current position, trying to slide from the stool while keeping his hands pressed against her so they could both head to the kitchen.